[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 1:]
Sold out, sold out, now I’m mad
We done sold out, it’s a hold out, hold out on them bags
We gon’ roll ’bout 1 something, 4 of y’all, 2 in the van
I don’t care what that money do, I’mma blow this shit like a fan
RIP to my nigga Shawty Lo, I’m still walking ’round feeling like the man
Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan
Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants
Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain’t heard a word that they saying
Niggas talk about what they gon’ do, rubber bands still around that paper
Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters
Niggas talkin’ hard, know they can’t stop me, I’m in that front yard with them choppers
I’ll do whatever for my partner, I hit the jewelry store with

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 2:]
Nigga lurkin’, cell phone, no serivce
Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh)
Pulled up in something they ain’t never heard of
I ain’t seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered
(Woooo) Lying to me, I’m used to bitches
Watching out who I’m talking to, cause a lot of niggas, they superstitious
Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes
40 Glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets, that lil’ nigga might need stitches
That big body, I lean in it
That drop top selling [?] in it
And I ain’t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga I mean business
With all this lean, I need a kidney
Why the lil’ boy goin’ so hard
You tellin’ on me, you the real 12
You lame as hell like a Soap Opera

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it






[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!


[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~
I make the pop flip
I’m stacking my chips
Like I’m in Vegas
She gotta have hips
Ain’t fucking no RIP
My car is the latest
My pockets on blimp
I’m pissing out zips
My kids are lazy

Keys all on my cars
I shine like a star
I’m higher than Mars, ohh
My jewelry is winning, no poo
And this street shit is in me, Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms
I smoke more trees than a Palm
Hey and I’m……blowing, no bomb
That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I went to Arizona for a minute
Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
Baby girl let a plug hit it
I’m a beast when them drugs in me
I’m with the growers out at Cali
They just be tossing bags at me
These niggas use to laugh at me
Now these bitches throwing ass at me
Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
Ain’t have an OG to put me on
Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
I’m giving speeches to the troops
Grab the F n N and let it loose
I just can’t snitch on my connect
I just can’t go for disrespect
Pour a 40 ease all the stress
Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
Streets turning a nigga to a monster
Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
I keep a cart by all the robbers
That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me


[Hook]
Ay
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo bitch i been that nigga Ay
Ever since i was 15 been about my figures
By my 17th birthday i had a 50 Member right before my 18th birthday i crashed them Hemi
Way before this rap shit lil roc knew i had it in me
Way before this rap shit white folks knew i had it in me
Freestyling on that hot shit block shit through blocks past the enemy
Fully autos we got plenty bitch we blast at any
Start sipping 8s of act wit kobe made me break my kidneys
And now i still might sip a 4 way just because i miss him
And i rap about that trap shit i was in the kitchen
Folk nem copped their first book i was right there my left wrist a 50
And if the feds come i won’t write them i might forget to mention
They ain’t cut from my cloth they ain’t like that man these niggas bitches
I don’t want no fuck niggas around me thats a disposition
I don’t do no rap beef nigga try me pistol whip or strip him
Pussy better mind your business my little killas itching
Disrespect No Limit thats a bad decision
Lil bro tote that glizzy and he got precision
Told him just get money and play your position
Bitch i been that nigga ever since elementary
Always in the mix i used to get suspensions
Now my whips like bitches cause thats how i switch em
Got my bitches switching kissing lied say that i missed them
Growing up i ran the streets i learned a lot of wisdom
Always used your head and duck that prison system
Broski told me take care of business i can’t lie i listened
He supposed to be still here right with me and thats why i miss him

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 2]
Im 20 so its only right put 220 on the dash
Smoking posto by the zip 220 for the gas
150 strong thats 22 thats 40 imma blast
Of course if you reach for him ill pay for him all cash
Two 30s and one 50 round thats how i ride around
Fuck nigga you don’t fit around you on the wrong side of town
And you best turn that 50 around i mean correct it now
If this was back in 2009 folk nem would of wet you down
RIP grandma i miss you i won’t let you down
I know you ain’t hurting no more you ain’t stressing now
Member on the phone you said you want a platinum Album
Its 3:21 i’m thinking of them records now
Coming up my momma said i wasn’t a bad kid
I just made my choices and dealt with them as is
Now i pay my momma rent i’m talking cash shit
I see their fake smiles in my face like they ain’t mad shit
I know they hating when i did it they still say i didn’t
Street nigga i can’t count the blessings i been getting
All the commas i been spending bad hoes i been hitting
Fuck around in the new car brand new limit froze up to much spinning
Walk in the bank pulled out 30k they like what you doing today
I look at the teller i ain’t know what to tell her i need something to do with my day
She like okay if you don’t spend it all please bring it back in
And you know how that story went i might as well threw it away
Every weekend i just pull up and go get that back in
Shows for 5 to 15k and i just did 2 in a day
Imma keep on pulling up making them sick until they get blue in their face
With something new on my waist Rolex day pearl blue in her face

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from im a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga


Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

I’m on tings, ring my phone, no long ting
Could’ve been the right or the wrong ting
Make a big song ting
Everybody sing-along ting
Hold tight my gang, though, sing-along kings
I bring along kings
They bring along other sing-along kings
I’ve shown you already what a string of luck brings
Don’t matter about your upbringing
Man are still winning, on this ting every day though
Songs don’t drop everyday, they’re getting made though
Ain’t on the radio much, I’m getting played though
No, I ain’t new in the game, I’m getting paid dough
Top grime dons are the livest
All the fans come through and decide this
History’s written, I ain’t gotta rewrite it
Man are the elite, bro, we ain’t gotta hide it

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

RIP jokes (‘llow that, ‘llow that)
Man can’t die out (never)
I book that and fly out (somewhere hot)
I let it boom bye bye out
Tek man for chocolate chip
You can’t melt me or deep-fry me (‘llow that, ‘llow that)
I beg a man don’t doubt me
Put lion bars on a bounty
Can’t let nuttin’ slide, come on guys (come on)
Tell a boy fuck your watch, take your time (come on)
You man forced the wheel, on your bike (come on)
You’re bad in your ends, not in mine (‘llow it)
You’re nice over there, not on grime (come on)
Don’t come over here, stay aside (yeah)
Mad ting, over here
Lyrics fly like birds in the sky

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this
Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

Anybody frightened
Like you’re on tour but I’mma dun your hype
Cold like a chunk of ice, undefined
Best stick to your humble pie
You know me, man, I flow deep like
Anybody coming here better come precise
Quit talking a bunch of shite, you’re not hard
Man have a [?]sign like RondoNumbaNine
Be like I be the greatest ever
Step foot on the face of the earth
Got a way with the words, haters wanna rain on my turf
Till I take ’em away in a hearse
Vacate cause you ain’t got the nerve or the
So many things I can state in a verse
Spray words for the cake in your purse
But you man are all broke, it’s like you ain’t able to work

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this

Look, our line of work was lining work
Now I’m in the game doing grime with nerds
Said that I’m a diamond in the dirt
But I don’t know what a diamond’s worth
I was in the big ass riding bird
Sitting with Skrigz, Hattie and Church
Real life link up behind the bars
Now I’m back in the lab like Heisenberg
Still spitting that meth, turn up to a man’s set
Giving it as good as he gets
Wasn’t impressed, labels show interest
Still don’t wanna invest
Anyone’s guess, man said he wanted me dead
I put the Ps to a man’s chest, then I put him in check
No, I don’t indirect
Something that I need to address? I’ll be at your address

Name won’t die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can’t sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won’t last so long
It’s cause they ain’t on this


[Hook]
I hit sets, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fucking mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1]
When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope
Aye boy what you smoking on, it’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go
Ooo, I’m acting the fool, Hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t wanna lose
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, don’t catch me snooze
Ooo, my watch a fool
[?]
Is it false, aye girl is it true?

[Tadoe]
Yall know how we bummin man
Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up artist can’t even slide man
Balmains no red bottoms
You hear me? big bands finesse yall
You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit
Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit
Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga
RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga
Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

[Verse 2]
Where the nigga? Imma scratch
Who is that tho, youngest flexer
Yall got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me


[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
RIP them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
Timbos and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout fonem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do pelly coats with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay


[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
(RIP all my niggas man
Kobe, Vito, Chico, Fazo all my niggas man
Free all my niggas man
Free Jock, free lil boos, free crazy jays, free b gills man
Free all my niggas man, SQUAD)

[Verse 1]
Ball my niggas, seem like I lost all my niggas
RIP Lil Roc, Vito, Fazo can’t believe yall gone my nigga
And it’s real fucked up how it’s good one day next day go wrong my nigga
But I gotta stay strong my nigga
So I wrote this song my nigga
Remember all them nights we was out in that field, had to tote that chrome my nigga
Then it all went wrong, What the fuck Kobe why you couldn’t get a ride home my nigga
Why yo name in this song my nigga
But dont trip cuz it’s on my nigga
Put it on my soul you ain’t gon’ be the only one with a headstone my nigga
I lost a lot of my niggas
So you get dropped for my niggas
We got Glocks with hair triggas
Split a nigga wig when I tap the hair trigga
Hollows in the scene now the top of his head missing
Catch me in the field, gotta move with the steel
Till the day I get killed or the coppas come get me
Only 17, but them choppas hold 50
Yea them choppas hold 50
We’ll turn a nigga block to yo city
Seem like im the man
I be shopping, bitches saying "Lil Herb you on the top of yo city"

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

[Verse 2]
No Limit MB
Fazoland Roc Block We a hunned-fifty
Can’t a nigga flip me
Its a gun on every single nigga with me
Motherfuck a bitch nigga
I’m just tryna get rich then I’m tryna get richer
Worry about shit nigga
Cuz they pussy in this 40 cal make my dick bigger
Bet I won’t miss nigga
Green beam on a nigga make you take a sit nigga
And I don’t forget nigga
Remember he was talking slick now he don’t exist nigga
And all we do is switch nigga
Pass lil bro the semi, that’s a assist nigga
And yeah you a bitch nigga
Couple shots to the stomach now he walking shit nigga
Ima real ass nigga I need real cash
I need it real fast nigga
Bandz in the stash nigga
If he try to rob me he a stupid ass nigga
Spend it like my last nigga
Whole 5 nigga for you end up like the last nigga
And for Lil Roc i’ll spazz nigga
10 year niggas you can have my last nigga
See you muggin when i ride past nigga
You know this foreign got a lot of cash In it
Alot of guns in it too and a whole lotta savages
They’ll leave a nigga in the past nigga

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

SQUAD !


[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!


You play a big roll in a my life

Real bredda in a my sight
Memba how we use to suffer
Still we use hold it
Little Mackerel, little white rice
You use to tell me you a fly go a foriegn go start life
Come back and buy some car and some fast bike
Never know you woulda pass
Jah know it hurt me heart
And me nah lie

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

Dem say life goes on
Every must know how it feels to lost a love one
Still a try fi hold on
But the pain weh me feel inside jah know it so strong
Still a hold it doh me bredda
Caah me can’t do no better
Condolence to the family
We a hold on strong

Although you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

Real bredda real yute
Always stay loyal, always a speak truth
Know one day we ago re-group
Until then RIP me dupes
Sometimes me wonder why good people always dropped out first
And wicked still a roam the earth
Never know you life woulda cut so short
Jah know me hurt

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon

You play a big roll in a my life
Real bredda in a my sight
Memba how we use to suffer
Still we use hold it
Little Mackerel, little white rice
You use to tell me you a fly go a foriegn go start life
Come back and buy some car and some fast bike
Never know you woulda pass
Jah know it hurt me heart
And me nah lie

How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon
And everyday eee yaah eeeh yaah, me cry caah miss you
How you gone, you gone, you gone, you gone too soon


[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Change shit change
Is that rain? is that rain?
How strange, how strange
How they spray them clouds with them planes
Deep pain inside of these veins
Deep pain in these veins
How strange, how strange
How they got these fibers, these strangs
Gotta work for a living, not a while
Gotta work for a living, noo I
And I suppose from the highs and lows
Lies are told when in July it snows
Pinocchio can’t hide his nose
Anymore than a camel can hide his toe
But who am I? I dont know nothing
I don’t know no-ting
How bout I take my rapper thoughts
And go smoke some rapper weed?
They got a co-co-coffin if you sleep, RIP
Then the elite trigger tsunamis using technology

[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

[Verse 2]
Whirl pool
Earth moves, observe the truth of what words do
Words do more than just hurt you
Words alone fill up church pews
Words alone change the outcome
Make you reconsider taking nurse school
Words alone make you pay attention
To the problems that you never worked through
Bird food for the mind
Brain washed over time
Life expectancy on the decline
Vaults up in the sky
I look up and I ask why O Lord?
It’s hard to tell what freedom is
When you gotta die for it
And I ain’t got that much time to be waiting
Yo, I guess I just ain’t got the patience
Uh, Im sick and tired of debating
Yeah, the fuck I look like out here slavin?
You call it complacent but you basic

[Hook]
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
No escape, no escape, no escape
HAARP Music
HAARP, HAARP Music (H double A-R-P)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
HAARP Music

Quote from Weather Webcast Channel 10
“That is not rain, that is not snow. Believe it or not military aircraft flying through the region is dropping chaff, small bits of aluminum, sometimes it’s made of plastic or even metallicized paper products, but its use is an antiradar issue and obviously they’re up there practicing. Now they won’t confirm that but I was in the Marine Corps for many years, and I’ll tell you right now. That’s what it is.”


[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 1]
I was born poor, but Ima die rich
Ridin’ in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
Still rockin’ with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
I get the chills every time that lil’ confetti hit us
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
They switched sides they was never with us
And petty niggas wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoppin’ that we act like a fool and give them violence
I’d rather kill ’em all with success and give ’em knowledge
Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest
My momma crib big as a church I’m bein’ modest
No sleep puttin’ in work that’s how she got it
Bout it bout it I started grindin’ when niggas doubted
Now I got it I’m drippin’ in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 2]
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
I did shed so many tears at that corner store
Man I spent so many years at that corner store
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
When they was sleepin’ we was there at that corner store
Ya and we was eating at the corner store
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 3]
Its no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
I hear them whispers niggas talkin’ what they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin’ not an Uber

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

Meek Mill – Shine


[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 1]
I was born poor, but Ima die rich
Ridin’ in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
Still rockin’ with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
I get the chills every time that lil’ confetti hit us
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
They switched sides they was never with us
And petty niggas wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoppin’ that we act like a fool and get in violence
I’d rather kill ’em all with success and give ’em knowledge
Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest
My momma crib big as a church I’m bein’ modest
No sleep puttin’ in work that’s how she got it
Bout it bout it I started grindin’ when niggas doubted
Now I got it I’m drippin’ in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta
[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 2]
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
I did shed so many tears at that corner store
Man I spent so many years at that corner store
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
When they was sleepin’ we was there at that corner store
Ya and we was eating at the corner store
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 3]
Its no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
I hear them whispers niggas talkin’ what they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin’ not an Uber

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah


[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 1]
I was born poor, but Ima die rich
Ridin’ in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
Still rockin’ with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
I get the chills every time that lil’ confetti hit us
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
They switched sides they was never with us
And petty niggas wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoppin’ that we act like a fool and get in violence
I’d rather kill ’em all with success and give ’em knowledge
Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest
My momma crib big as a church I’m bein’ modest
No sleep puttin’ in work that’s how she got it
Bout it bout it I started grindin’ when niggas doubted
Now I got it I’m drippin’ in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta
[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 2]
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
I did shed so many tears at that corner store
Man I spent so many years at that corner store
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
When they was sleepin’ we was there at that corner store
Ya and we was eating at the corner store
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 3]
Its no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
I hear them whispers niggas talkin’ what they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin’ not an Uber

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah


[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 1]
RIP to Bankroll
Just took a trip to the 6
Came back with a few bankrolls
Murda and we all pourin’ up
Pour up, pour up, ahh
I be smokin’ weed on my own
I be fuckin’ hoes on my own
I be drivin’ foreign on my own
I be flyin’ private on my own
On my own, on my own
I’ve been gettin’ money on my own
I’ve been fuckin’ bitches on my own, on my own
I’ve been blowin’ up on my own, on my own
I’ve been drivin’ foreign on my own, on my own
She just wanna fuck me alone

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you

[Verse 2]
I need your love
I need your love
Girl you like a drug
Girl you like a drug
Man the money is a drug
Man the sex is a drug
I be gone off the drugs
She wanna fuck me on the drugs
I can hit it quicker
Jimmy Choo sneakers
I don’t wanna picture
We can make a movie
I can feel your heart beat

[Chorus]
I need you
I need you around me
I need you
I need you round me
Your love like drugs
Your love like drugs
I need you
I need you


[Intro]
20 fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
[Verse 1]
On Tuesdays I’m still fucking hoes at Onyx
Don’t do that, I’m still having racks lil mama
Yeah I’m cool lying with my feet, I’m playing numbers
I’m so stupid I spent a 60 on that Cutlass, woah
I’m sick ho, I don’t make sense
I just say that shit you basic bitch
I can’t stand that bitch
Purse on me, I get so focused
I go Hulk Hogan
When that syrup on I move so slowly
I just told my partner that

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Verse 2]
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Lenox
My mama start tripping, I said go with all that bitchin
My ex start tripping, want me fuck her on her period
I’m like no-no-no lil bitch
I got real bad bitches wanna fuck me for a nick
All this swag, all this juice, I gave your favorite rapper that shit
RIP Bankroll Fresh, the real trapper in this bitch

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazy on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Outro]
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Linux


[Intro]
20 fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
[Verse 1]
On Tuesdays I’m still fucking hoes at Onyx
Don’t do that, I’m still having racks lil mama
Yeah I’m cool lying with my feet, I’m playing numbers
I’m so stupid I spent a 60 on that Cutlass, woah
I’m sick ho, I don’t make sense
I just say that shit you basic bitch
I can’t stand that bitch
Purse on me, I get so focused
I go Hulk Hogan
When that syrup on I move so slowly
I just told my partner that

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Verse 2]
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Lenox
My mama start tripping, I said go with all that bitchin
My ex start tripping, want me fuck her on her period
I’m like no-no-no lil bitch
I got real bad bitches wanna fuck me for a nick
All this swag, all this juice, I gave your favorite rapper that shit
RIP Bankroll Fresh, the real trapper in this bitch

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazy on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Outro]
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Linux


[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night, jumped in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I be watching “Power” while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face, Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I go platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to “Illmatic”
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 millions on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
“300 Bars” was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your “Documentary” stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
And I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like


[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night
Jump in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I’m watching Power while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face
Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like

[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like


[Verse 1]
Uhm, I got stains on my hands from the work I do
Fitting changing my hands full of purple blues
I’ve got a razor sharp edge, I ain’t hurting you
So why you hurting me, why you hurting me? Yeah
Can’t you see I’m a man in your perfect noose
How could recreation be the cursed fruits?
With their eyes bulging, staring back at you
Does it not give you nightmares? I know I had a few
Bum-ba-dum-bum-da-bum-bum
My family in the wind I can feel them
Oh look, look, sometimes I close my eyes and reveal them
There is freedom in the skies
Can’t help but to wonder if you got to it already
And they hope the casket don’t conceal them
What’s in the casket isn’t the real them
That’s all the universe chose to seal them
Temporarily, momentarily, nature would steal them back

[Hook]
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all of them (?) that you (?)
[Verse 2]
I heard of Mansa Musa
My mama and papa told me
All of the stories
Na-na-na
Bow before the presence before me
I could feel all of the glory
The glorious allegory
I feel your peace, I feel your peace
I’m into peace, I am the piece
I got a piece, ah
I got scars, I got scars
I got a constellation
I got stars
I got stars on my back
On my black
I got space on my back
On my face
That’s electricity
I’m (?) epiphany
I got a pistol, hmm
I got (?) hole punched in the opposition
To my piece, to my piece
Any predator prey, prepare for an RIP
RIP, oh I see, is it the (?)

[Hook]
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all them you (?)
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all them you (?)


[Intro: Method Man]
Yo, Sway, man. I can’t even describe it, man. The situation was crazy, bruh. If I was a gorilla I would say it was bananas, B. For real, the man just- he just took over the whole situation, god. Listen –

[Verse: Method Man]
Man, it is what it is
Can’t understand a man if you ain’t lived what he lived
Roaches in the crib, ain’t got no food up in the fridge
Plus the crime running rampant and it’s screwing up the kids
Sway, admit, what kind of paradise is this?
I just want my 40 acres and some carats on the wrist
But these snakes is trying to gather in the pit
When you get a cottonmouth, plucking ashes off the clip
Off the rip, now a challenger exists
And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this?
Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips
Saying, “empty out the drawer” before he pound you with the grip
Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law
And there ain’t no Iron Man that can come and save us all?
Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause
And the cops got it wrong, we don’t think Cage involved
Look, dog, a hero, never had one
Already took Malcolm and Martin, this is the last one
I beg your pardon, somebody pulling a fast one
Now we got a hero for hire and he a black one
And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion
We in Harlem’s Paradise, tell the Captain
That I’m about to trade the mic for a Magnum
Give up my life for Trayvon to have one
[Hook: Method Man]
Yeah, ’cause this is bulletproof love
And you already know what a bulletproof does
So you can take it from a bulletproof thug
The hood got his back, dog, bulletproof love
The blood thicker than mud
And who am I to judge if you get a gun in the club?
‘Cause you already know what a bulletproof does
When the hood got your back, dog, bulletproof love

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, shoutout to Pop. RIP, my brother. The streets is crazy nowadays. People say we don’t need another hero, but now we got one whether you like it or not. Luke Cage, please believe it, sir. The streets got your back. You already bulletproof love, baby